Happy Birthday

Eskimo chicks fail to compare,
she is the coolest woman alive..
A giant among ants,
not a man, nor masculine,
yet a single mother who apparently, proverbially wore the pants..

Her breath is my heartbeat..
on her bosom I sat, blessed,
from her breasts I nursed..
In correction, her leather belted melodies of a mother's love
and discipline to my rebel skin..

Matlhodi Rebbeca,
the ever present half of my Genesis..
I'm a son raised by a rose,
sisehtnysotohP..
A supernatural reversal of Photosynthesis.

I'm a half of you,
and my greatest gift to you would be to love whoever like I do you.